Chapter Thirty-Six Randall
“You’re so on edge. Is everything OK?” Elise asks me as we climb the three steps leading to the front door. I picked her up at her house after she and Geraldine rolled into Columbus.
“Everything is more than OK now that you’re back,” I answer honestly, unlocking the deadbolt and gesturing for her to enter in front of me.
“I have something for you.” She skips inside excitedly, and it makes my own heart skip. Seeing Elise happy does that. I follow in with her overnight bag.
“Yeah?” I mumble absentmindedly, mesmerized by Elise bending over and getting something in her purse. She’s wearing shorts with cute flowers on them. I see the outline of her thong. The sight turns my half-hard cock into a steel pipe.
“Your present!” She pulls out a wide-rimmed, lightweight hat and a book about fishing in Lake Michigan.
“I figured if you ever miss your fishing village hometown, you could fish closer to Columbus. It’s only a few hours’ drive and you’d love it.”
I take the gifts with one hand and pull her in with another.
“Consider it a date. We’re fishing there next summer.”
I kiss her the way I wanted to since she arrived with Geraldine. Hungry and demanding and rough. She matches the greedy sweep of my tongue with her own passionate plunges.
“Wa-ait,” she says while our lips are still connected. “There’s something else.”
From her pocket she pulls out a bag with “Great Lakes Gummy Fish” in bold letters.
“Till next year, you can survive on gummy fish. Sorry I opened it already, though. Got hungry during the drive,” she explains apologetically.
She pulls out one fish-shaped candy and holds it out for me to chomp. I wrap my lips around her fingers and tug at the treat, making sure to graze my tongue on her skin. Elise’s eyes darken with awareness of my arousal thickening.
“Take me to bed, Randall,” she rasps.
Obviously, I want to. But the surprise needs to happen. It needs to happen right now before my brain cells disintegrate and my body takes over.
Not being with Elise for days gave me time to prepare a speech.
Not being inside Elise for days means I can’t remember a thing.
“First, I have something to show you.”
I get behind her and cover her eyes. Guiding Elise forward, I indulge in the press of her back against my chest and the tickle of her hair against my nose.
We get to the door of the office at which point my throat has closed. All I can do is release her from my hold and step back.
She stands there quietly for what feels like two hours. It’s probably more like twenty seconds, but the pause makes me doubt everything.
Suddenly, the sleek built-in shelves and the large modern desk feel insufficient. The hanging posters on an accent wall, the plush armchair beside a glass side table, the rug that Beatrice assured me “grounds the aesthetics”…everything blurs.
Elise turns around and I see the last thing I expect. Tears stream down her face and her hand is over her mouth.
“We can change whatever you want,” I state in a panic. “I should have asked you—”
“You did this for me?”
“Um, yes?”
“Why?”
I open my hands and shrug in a helpless gesture like I think maybe I need a redo.
She waits for a real answer, which I try to put together. My words are scattered paper on a windy day, coherence beyond reach. I reach for it anyway.
“Loving you is more than just the emotion, you know? Loving you changes everything for me. Everywhere I look, you’re there, even when I’m missing you so much my teeth hurt.”
“Your teeth hurt when you miss me?”
“Everything hurts when I miss you. OK, let me finish.”
“Sorry. Although if you keep talking like that, you’ll never be rid of me.”
Well, hell, that’s the plan. Her words bolster my courage.
“When you’re here, the air feels different, the food tastes better, the bed is, well, the bed is basically heaven. So, I wanted to show that somehow. To give you a room for your work and creativity and relaxation and brilliance. I hoped, maybe, seeing yourself in this room you’ll see yourself in this home like I do. Because the day you agree to move in with me, Elise, will be the happiest day of my life.”
I stop, thinking I’m doing OK because Elise’s smile gets wider and her eyes flutter.
“I love you so much, Randall. You didn’t have to do all this for me to move in with you.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“Like it? I love it. It’s the most beautiful room I’ve ever seen!”
Elise throws herself at me. We kiss tenderly. When we come up for air, she wipes her tears away and holds my gaze.
“Yes. The answer is yes, I’ll move in with you. Not because of this room, although it blows me away. I’ll move in because the last four mornings that I woke up without you felt wrong.”
I’ve never experienced this floating feeling before. We’ve confessed our love for each other, but this admission from Elise feels like a miracle, a rip in the normal physics of everyday. I’m literally on air.
“Then let’s go to bed and make things right,” I say, eager to whisk her away.
I engulf her in my arms maybe a little too tightly. It’s the only way to be grounded. I’m still on air, but it’s her body and our connection that reminds me this is real. The woman I love wants me. This better not be a dream.
“Or,” she mumbles.
“Or what?”
“Or we can try some of this new furniture you got for me.”
Her playful tone is matched with a mesmerizing finger drawing circles over my chest and casting a spell.
“Yeah? How do you figure that?”
“This desk. It looks so, I don’t know, official.” She scoots her gorgeous ass so she’s half sitting, half hanging over the edge.
I grip her hips and pull her close to rest my arousal against her hot cradle.
“Fuck, I miss you,” I say hungrily.
“Me too,” she tugs at my belt and struggles to unbutton my jeans.
“We’re not even gonna make it to the bed are we?” I ask, stepping back to lower my pants, exposing my hardness to her.
“No, we’re not,” she whispers before dropping to her knees.
Elise tugs my boxers off and licks my skin everywhere. Along the veins of my lower abdomen, over the muscles of my thighs, under my balls. But not where I need her lips the most—my twitching cock, so hard it hurts.
“Get up here, Elise. Need to be inside you. Need you so much.”
“I want you in my mouth. God, I miss you.”
She dives forward, using a hand to squeeze my cock and dragging up to meet where her lips are soft and wet. Everything tightens and I hold back. My hands are in her hair, shaking with the need to take control so I can thrust.
“Do it,” she pants, talking as her lips graze over the head of my leaking cock. “Grab my hair and fuck my mouth, Randall.”
“Can you taste how desperate I am for you?” I rasp. “You suck me so good, Elise, but I swear you better not make me come.”
My pleasure is so intense and out of control, I’m tipping over to something like desperation.
“Or what?” she asks, looking up at me from eyes watering at the effort to take my cock.
Instead of waiting for my answer, Elise takes me past her constricting throat.
My mind blanks. It feels so good, my legs struggle to work so I have to lean one hand over the desk while the other caresses her hair.
She feels amazing, but we have to stop. It’s her pleasure that I crave the most.
“Stop. Stop, Elise,” I order and lift her up.
I tug down at her shorts and lay her on the desk. When the fabric hangs by her ankles, I tug and fling it over my shoulder. Using my mouth to create a trail from her stomach up to her breasts, I push her shirt up and over her head. Her bra comes off so she’s finally naked, arms up and back arched.
I kiss the new tan lines by her shoulders and lick lower to roll candy-hard nipples with my tongue.
“Please, Randall. I can’t wait. Please.”
Our flesh is fused by hot, sweaty need. Two bodies grinding and clamoring to crawl into each other.
My cock is soaked with her arousal. My manhood finds her channel of its own accord. Elise tilts her hips to take me to the hilt. When I’m buried all the way, we both groan because it’s so perfect. Our connection is perfect.
I move in slow motion, relishing her heat and sweeping my tongue in her delicious mouth. Her thighs clasp greedily, keeping me deep. My ass flexes in staccato thrusts, staying in her channel and stroking where she needs it the most.
“Love knowing you belong here with me, baby,” I mumble while shifting our position so I’m nearly on top of the desk.
“I belong with you,” she says with a kiss. Her pussy tightens and her breathing hitches.
“Yes, you do.” I grunt as the heat concentrates low in my back.
She climaxes, my name on her lips. My hips pump without restraint. There’s no holding back anymore. Rocking into her harder and rougher, I feel the desk strain under our weight. It holds, just strong enough to keep two desperate, writhing bodies from crashing to the ground.
When my orgasm hits me like a truck, I hold Elise’s gaze. Her channel is wringing me so intensely, it’s almost impossible to keep my eyes open. It’s dizzying. But we continue to stare at each other through the blissful chaos.
In her eyes is a promise mirrored back at me: we belong together.